Anticipating Others' Schemes Poem by RIC BASTASA

in bed we finally find the chance
to know what is there
outside it rains what is there outside
the rain what is in it that makes the rain
we keep our silence
we have not found the word
to describe the calamity that we know
she is here
we do not invite her because she is a discordant voice
that we respect that we know shall hurt us
somehow we always make her prevail
we belong to her
but she does not belong to us anymore
she intends to stay
but we do not mind her anymore
she is a piece of paper and we do not intend
to write any letter
not even a slip of our tongues
she is rain herself and then we pretend
that we like getting wet
that we are stones.